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 God's Flock 3

   By Katzmarek

   Nan and I drove back to camp.  We were grinning stupidly at each other,
patting each other's leg and making indecent remarks.

   It was a bright spring day, full of hope, prospect and new beginnings.
The East Coast of NZ's North Island has some of the greenest countryside
around in that season.  By high summer its usually burnt brown.  Suffice to
say it was day to remember.

   As we rounded a wide curve I noted a large blue Volvo coach waiting to
turn from a side road.  It just didn't register with me until we were
nearly up to it.  My mind was simply away with the fairies.

   Nancy clicked first and exclaimed,

   "SHIT it's THEM!"

   She then threw herself across the seat with her head in my lap, a
somewhat compromising position to anyone observing.

   Now my old Bedford Beagle died long ago but needs some mention.  It was
basically a 1968 Vauxhall Viva van specifically for 'commercial' use. 
Unlike the Viva it had no side windows, except the driver's and
passenger's, of course.

   This meant there was ample area for some decoration.  Its original green
colour had long been augmented by grey primer around the guards, sills and
bonnet.  On the sides I had painted 'Black Sabbath Birmingham Rocks'in
large black gothic script.  It was the sort of thing you did in those days.

   Needless to say, it made the van somewhat distinctive.  Upon reflection
it wasn't the most tactfully illustrated vehicle to take to a Christian
camp.

   The Volvo had a considerable height advantage over us and Nan's
reputation would have been better served if she'd remained upright in her
seat.

   As we passed the bus I could see John standing next to the driver
staring straight down into the Beagle's drivers seat.

   There was only one woman at the camp who had as blonde a shade of hair.

   "Do you think he saw us?" Nan asked, hopefully.

   "If he didn't he should wear glasses," I told her.

   We spent the rest of the journey working out some plausible excuses. 
None seem to fit the available facts and were far from believable.  Unless
John was a complete idiot, of course.

   When the bus arrived, Nan and I were sitting on the bench outside the
dining hall bracing ourselves for the forthcoming lecture.  As the
sightseers alighted they waved and laughed in our direction.  We waved back
and laughed along with them.

   John stalked up to us, glaring at a few eavesdroppers who had lingered
to watch the fun.  John watched them wander away before speaking to us.

   "Where did you two get to?" he asked.

   "We went on a picnic," I answered, " down the coast a way."

   Although I answered his questions, all the time he was directing himself
at Nancy.

   "Did you tell anybody where you were going?"

   "I was going for a drive when I spotted Nancy walking along the beach,"
I lied."We decided to go on a picnic, it was a spur of the moment thing. 
I'm sorry if I broke the rules."

   "Yes...  well, we can't have people going off like that," he continued,
"Nan, you should know better.  Your parents would be upset if we allowed
you to go driving around the countryside.  What if something happened to
you?"

   I had to accept that he had a point.  Charged with the responsibilty of
ensuring the group's safety it would have been their necks that would be in
the noose should anything happen.

   "I'm sorry John," I conceded, "put it that way and of course you're
right.  We'll tell you when we're going out again."

   Nan gave a little start beside me.  She sensed I was baiting him. 
Ignoring me, John continued addressing Nancy.

   "Nancy...  your behaviour...  We need to think about how we're to serve
Jesus's expectations of us."

   'Here it comes,' I thought to myself.

   "God wants us to follow the path of righteousness.  The temptations of
the Devil are everywhere waiting to deceive us away from His path."

   All this time Nan looked at a spot near her feet.  She was worried John
would convey news of her 'behaviour' to her parents.

   "God wants us to be happy," Nan said, almost inaudibly, "I did nothing
wrong...  I was with Don all the time.  I'm old enough to..."

   "Old enough!" John bristled, "to do what, Nan?"

   "To look after myself, John," she replied defiantly.

   "Fornicate with the Devil you mean!" John spat.

   Nancy stared at him open mouthed, we both did.  I wasn't sure what to
say lest I make the situation worse.  Nan mouthed some words before she was
able to say,

   "WHAT?"

   "FORNICATE, Nancy.  Lying with someone who is not your husband who, for
all we know, has been sent by the Devil to blind us...  to lead us away
from His path..."

   "Oh bullshit, John..." I couldn't contain myself any longer.

   Nan sent me a warning glance, I subsided.

   "I never...  I didn't sleep with him!" Nan protested.

   "Don't lie...  God hears everything you say."

   I was getting angry by this stage, my caution was ebbing away.

   "She's telling the truth, arsehole," I said, "and what fucking business
is it of yours anyway?  She's over 16 for Christ's sake."

   Admittedly I could have put that rather more delicately, oh well...

   "YOU TAKE YOUR FILTHY MOUTH OUT OF HERE," he roared at me.

   People stopped in their tracks all around the camp as his voice echoed
off the buildings.

   I stood up, Nan cried,

   "NO!  it's alright..."

   Nan pushed herself between John and I.

   "Just GO!" she exhorted me, " go on...  get in your van," then more
quietly, "I'll be alright...please!"

   "I'll need to get my gear...  from the hall," I told her.

   "Get it and go, please...  it's not worth it."

   She pushed me away from John in the direction of the concert hall.

   "My number's in the book," she told me quietly, "call me, during the
day, when we get back."

   I complied with her instructions, loaded up the van and left the camp.

   The group had another week before they were due to return home.  A week
of anxiety for me and, god knows what terrors for Nan.  The film, 'The
Exorcist' had just come out, I recall, and it gave me no comfort.

   I was also broke and the Government Labour Department had firmly
suggested that I seek paid employment.  At the top of the list I received
from them was the Council Bus Service.

   I indignantly dragged my heels all the way to the job interview,
determined they would find me unsuitable.  They didn't, I got the gig, I
was to become a Trolley Bus driver.

   15 years later I left the, now privatised, bus service as senior driving
instructor and employment officer, but back then, I gave myself a month,
tops.  Life is full of surprises, so they say.

   In truth, I loved the job the moment I sat in a cantankerous, 30 year
old B.U.T/ English Electric/ Metro-Cammell Weyman Trolleybus.  The brute
had no power-steering, an unsprung driver's seat with a sheet of hardboard
as padding, well it felt like it, and a cab layout requiring the maximum
amount of effort to do the minimum task.

   Wellington is much like San Francisco only smaller, and steeper.  The
streets are impossibly narrow and no logic seems to have guided the
original town planners.

   In my little rural township where I live today its impossible to imagine
how anyone managed to guide an electric bus, confined to a strip of road 20
feet wide, by virtue of the need to stay underneath overhead wires, through
rush-hour traffic.  Go wide of the lane and the poles mounted on the roof
would come off the wires and leave you like a floundering whale, dead. 
There was no battery auxillary power because of weight considerations.

   Anyway, I would have three weeks training before sitting the three
licenses required to drive city Trolleybuses.  It was a cruise and a lot of
fun.

   I spent my evenings propping up the bar at the 'Green Howard,' a popular
musician's haunt in those days.  Wellington's small rock community hung out
there to relax, swap gossip and check out any gigs that might be on offer.

   One day I got talking to a couple of guys who'd just returned from
Australia.  Their band had tried to break into the Aussie scene but had
broken up in the process.  These guys had decided to return home.

   "Have you heard of a band called 'Slowhand'?" I asked them.

   "From Adelaide?" one said, "been going for years...  I hear they're
playing metal these days, like every other sod."

   "This guy used to play for them, a kiwi," I told them, "he's a Christian
now."

   "Aw bullshit," the guy said, " they've had the same line-up since 1968."

   "That can't be true," I replied, "that would mean this guy John was
playing with them since he was about 12."

   "Ask Brent," the guy insisted, "he opened for them in Melbourne last
summer."

   I asked Brent Raymond, drummer for ace guitarist Billy T.K's band 'Human
Instinct.' He confirmed the information, John had never played in any band
in Australia or anywhere else that anyone could remember.  In short, Youth
Leader John of the Assembly of God was a liar.

   I admit, I felt a malicious glee at the news.  Some bike dude had even
seen John's Ariel Square Four customised motorcycle, in 'Custom Bike'
magazine.  The talented builder was a Dutchman from Groningen, not a Kiwi
from Lower Hutt.

   The more I thought about it the angrier I became.  John had spun me a
crock that I'd swallowed hook and line.  He and his friend had then scared
the living crap out of me that day in the room above the church.  They'd
got me so worked up I'd halucinated angels and bolts of bloody lightning. I
felt an absolute fool.

   And he had the temerity to accuse my Nancy of lying to him!  Damn!  I
wished Nan had not stood between us.  Ok, he was bigger, fitter and
stronger, but just one swing at his sanctimonious, holier-than-thou face
and I would have worn my subsequent injuries with pride.

   By the end of our second week of training on the buses we were to sit
the written exam for our licenses.  The test was ludicrously easy and
seemed designed to ensure no-one failed.

   1) When you see an amber light, do you:

   a) Speed up to get across the intersection quickly?

   b) Slam your breaks on as hard as you can?

   c) Slow down and prepare to stop?

   Doh!  That was an absolutely true question from the exam.

   It was a simple multiple choice exam with the Police Department
generously supplying the answers several days before.  Therefore it was no
more than a straight memory test.  Nevertheless we were allowed time off
work for 'study.'

   The next Monday I rang Nan at her home.  Her parents both worked so she
was on her own.

   She told me that John had confined her to camp for the rest of that
week. She had been required to learn some selected Bible texts and recite
them that evening in front of the whole camp.

   While in front of the group, she had to pray for forgivness and 'suffer'
the 'hands on.'

   That meant kneeling while John placed his hands on her head and begged
the 'Lord' to raise this poor sinner up.

   I told her it was a corny bit of theatre designed to cement-in John's
control.  She told me she wasn't sure.  She was just glad he wasn't going
to tell her parents.

   Nancy was shocked when I told her about the lies John had told me.

   "Are you sure you heard him correctly?"

   "Absolutely!  Bikes and bands, I remember everything."

   "That's dishonest.  He can't make up stories about himself like that. 
What's his problem?"

   "Trying to impress, I guess.  I think he has a crush on you, by the
way."

   "Oh that!" she laughed, " I've known that for ages.  He asked me out
once but I turned him down."

   "Imagine a date with him?" I joked, "nothing 'unwholesome' like a movie,
no sir.  Sitting reading the holy book together, that's as good as it gets
folks."

   "Stop it, you're cruel," she chided, " he's not that bad."

   She told me she missed me and I told her I missed her.

   We talked on the phone for about half and hour.  She was worried about
her parents.  It bothered her that she was deceiving them and realised that
someday they would have to meet me.

   Nancy was very close to her mum and dad.  Her family, she had a sister
and two older brothers all married and moved away, were the tightest I've
ever seen.  There was nothing her parents wouldn't do for her.

   This made it harder for Nan to keep secrets from them.

   Nevertheless, we arranged for me to visit her when I was on 'study'
leave.  I suggested we go riding on my motorbike, a Kawasaki 650.

   I picked her up the next day.  It wasn't the most successful ride.  One
carburator had a sticking float and petrol was dripping out of the breather
tube onto the back tyre.  After standing at the lights for any length of
time the tyre spun on take off and slewed sideways.  To feel Nan gripping
me around the waist in alarm was almost worth the hassle.

   Unfortunately it terrified my Nancy and she never pillioned with me ever
again.  She never watched me at the track during racedays either.  She
wouldn't relax until I got home in one piece.  However, that was all in the
future.

   She made me burgers for lunch.  They weren't the same over here she told
me.  There was probably more meat in the patties and less additives.

   Her house was expensive and very modern.  He father was an Electrical
Engineer who designed production control equipment for a large
multi-national glass manufacturer.  Her mother owned a small chain of
florist shops.

   Both her parents worked hard and long at their occupations leaving their
youngest daughter considerable independence.  Needless to say, money wasn't
a problem in their household.

   After lunch she asked me if I wanted to see her room.  Her sparkling
eyes and silly grin made it obvious she had something more in mind.

   Somewhat incongruously, she had a little collection of Teddy Bears. 
Each one had a name, Mr Snuggles, Droopy, Celie, were a few.  She picked
each one up and gave a short history before carefully placing it back.

   She was wearing tightfitting pre-faded Levis and a billowy floral top.
Each time she stooped my eyes fixed on her too-perfect bottom, my mouth
went dry.

   I came up behind her as she stood and slipped my arms around her waist,
drawing her carefully against me.

   "When are you parents getting home?" I whispered.

   Swallowing, she replied,

   "Mom around six, or later, Dad won't be in before 7, at least.  They
have a problem at his work with the glass kilns and..."

   "So we have 5 hours?" I interrupted.

   "4, you'd better be gone in case mom gets home earlier, she does that
sometimes when..."

   I kissed her neck gently and sucked her little single earing into my
mouth.

   "Um, she always stays until closing so she can lock up.  Hmm, then she
cashes up and..."

   I moved my hands up to her breasts, she wore no bra and I could feel the
warmth of her flesh through the cotton of her top.  I teased her nipples,
they stiffened to my touch.

   She moved suddenly to the window and pulled the curtains.

   "Shut the door," she instructed me quietly.

   "Do you want to get in bed?" she asked shyly, "it's a squeeze..."

   "Ok," I smiled.

   In the dimmed light she began to undo the buttons of her top.  I faced
her in anticipation and pulled off my T-shirt.  I watched her as she shed
her blouse to reveal her pale skin and small breasts, bobbing slightly on
her chest.

   Grinning self-consciously she started to undo her jeans, I copied her
actions and undid mine.  We were in our socks as this was a household where
you left your footwear outside the door.  Therefore there was no messy
moments of trying to take shoes off with pants around our ankles.

   Soon Nan was standing in her panties, white with a blue daisy pattern.
She giggled as she looked down at my erection straining inside my Jockeys.

   We slipped into her narrow single bed and immediately began kissing each
other hungrily.  We squirmed and rolled around, as much as possible,
exploring every inch of each other's bodies.  When I pushed my hands into
her panties and onto the cheeks of her bottom, she moaned and kissed me
harder.

   She pulled my cock out from my undies and caressed and squeezed it.  I
was the one to moan then.

   I rolled on top of her and between her legs.  My erection slid
tantalisingly over her panty covered mound, she scissored me with her
thighs and gyrated herself against me.

   I slid my hand between us and pushed my fingers under her waistband. 
Her pubic hair was warm and slippery as I sought out her slit.  Gasping,
she whispered in my ear,

   "Did you bring anything?"

   "Back pocket," I gulped a reply, "do you want to?"

   "Get it...  I want to feel you..."

   I grabbed my trousers from the floor and retrieved the packet of
condoms. As I struggled to pull one from its wrapper, Nan bent down and
gave my cock a little suck.  It sent a jolt of feeling through my body.

   I smoothed the rubber over my erection and, almost as an afterthought,
Nan took off her panties.  She then shuffled to the middle of the little
bed and opened her legs, knees bent, thighs splayed.

   As I crept on top of her she grabbed my cock and pulled it down towards
her waiting vagina.  With a look of concentration she fed it into herself.

   My cock twitched with the warmth suffusing from her vagina.  The tip
itched as I slid slowly into her.  She sighed and told me I felt great.

   Nan loved sex, even in our lowest moments together.  We began our sexual
life together that day and it was always good and always full of wonder.

   She thrust back at me as fiercely as I did towards her.  Moaning,
gasping, she clutched me by my arse cheeks and pulled me into her.  She
came quickly, before me, and again when I finally exploded within her.

   Nancy made me feel like I was the greatest lover of all time.  Her
second orgasm was spectacular.  She thrashed, screamed, jerked and
stiffened with the intensity, while I held on for all I was worth.

   Somewhat later, who remembers the time?  she wanted to go again and I
unwrapped another condom.  I asked if i could come into her from behind and
she readily agreed.

   I kissed, bit and kneaded her beautiful arse before sliding in again. 
As I found a rhythm I playfully gave her cheek a slap.  Nancy gasped and
asked for me to do it again, but harder.

   My hands left a red imprint on her bottom as she encouraged me to hit
her again.  After each slap she moaned and thrust back at me harder.  I
grabbed her hips and sped up as I neared my own crisis.  Nan buried her
head in her pillow and screamed out her pleasure as she came.

   Afterwards we cuddled together, arms around each other, her head on my
chest.

   "You don't mind that my breasts are small?" she asked me at some point.

   "They're beautiful," I assured her while playing with a nipple.

   "They never grew from when I was 13," she told me.

   "Do they feel good when I play with them," I asked.

   "Hmm, hmm," she replied, "they're sensitive."

   "I love watching you when you're turned on," I said, " your face is so
sexy."

   We kissed some more before I asked,

   "Do you play with yourself?"

   "Hmm, do you?"

   "Of course!  Nan...  can I watch you...  you know...  finger yourself.
It's one of my turn-ons."

   "Really," she replied, "um...  I'm not sure I can concentrate with you
watching...  but I'll try."

   She threw back the covers and spread her legs.  Giggling she put her
finger over her clitoris and began a circular motion, shutting her eyes.

   "Are you going to do it too?" she said.

   "Sure." I began to stroke my erection.

   "What are you thinking about?" I asked her.

   After a bit of coaxing she started telling me her fantasy.  Eyes shut,
her finger rubbing herself she told me the tale.

   "I'm at this party.  I have to go to the bathroom but I leave the door
open.  I'm sitting down on the john...  and this guy comes in.  He has his
zipper open...  he has his big cock in his hand...  ready to pee.  He sees
me and...  he gets stiff."

   "Like me babe?" I interrupted.

   "Yes...  hot and hard...  oh...  and...  and...  he comes up to me and I
put my mouth over it...  oh...  ooo...  um...  so hot and hard."

   "Are you rubbing yourself?"

   "Yes rubbing...  uh...  hard.  He grabs me...  pulls me up...oh... 
oh... pushes me over the basin.  He does me hard...  ooo...  from behind.
He's grabbing my breasts, squeezing.  He's rough...  and I'm coming...  on
his big fat...  ooo, babe...  nearly...  there...  OH...  AAAHH..."

   I was not far behind her.  She watched me as I spurted over her chest.

   "I win, I win," she cried with satisfaction, " ooo, you've made me all
messy!"

   We took a shower together afterwards and cleaned each other thoroughly.

   "I'm falling in love," she told me as I held her.  I was too, but how do
we tell her parents?

   Katzmarek (C)